Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Rain (posted by sarahsouthwest)
“Tonight, I want you to give me a rainy poem. Give me your rain – the city rain, the desert rain, the rain that falls in the forest. Give me your memories of rain – kissing rain-wet lips, rain on a bus window. Give me drizzle, mizzle, a softdaythankgod – give me a raging storm – give me sad rain, or happy rain, or the rain that comes as a relief.”
Sounds of rain
depend upon
where it falls.
Stuck in traffic
it slides like mud
down a grimy bus window
Early morning in Spring,
a soft rain shushes,
planting water drops on flower petals.
A pinging rain
needles a rooftop
on an idle afternoon.
Sounds of rain
depend upon
where it falls.
It does depend on where it falls. Love where this took you.
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Thanks, Debi!
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I love a repeated stanza. The exposition in between changes the feel of it just a little. I like your different rains in different places and at different times, and the slight change of pace in that middle stanza, as we watch the gentle spring rain.
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Thanks so much, Sarah!
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sliding like mud down a bus window resonates with me being somebody who travel by bus a lot. thank you
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I’m so glad those days are over for me. Thanks, rog!
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I enjoyed you rain soundscape, Sara, and the image of soft rain ‘planting water drops on flower petals’. Yes indeed, the sounds depend on where the rain falls.
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Thanks, Kim!
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Good point that rain’s sound depends on where it falls. I like how it is planted on flower petals.
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Thanks, Frank!
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Nice imagery, and the repeated lines work well as bookends
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Thanks, Larry!
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Very astute. Rain does whisper or shout, doesn’t it? Good write.
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Thanks, Bev!
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For me? Nothing more satisfying than the sound of rain on a tin roof! Nice write, Sara.
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Thanks, Helen! That is the sound of rain I like best.
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The same rain can be both a curse and a blessing.
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Yes, it can. When storms invade, it seems a curse.
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